Winter Wonder

This, the 3a.m. hour of Dec. 3rd, is the most beautiful winter night I have seen in my life. There is something about the snow, how it gently, but deliberately falls toward the ground. Like it knows how beautiful the journey is, but it keeps thinking about how excited it is to hit the ground. About the wind, how it is barely there, really just enough to make the snow's path imperceptably sway on occassion.

And each snowflake dances toward my face like a strange mixture of a thousand fairies and angels coming down to bless me.

Blessings to all,
Justin.